"Everyone, please take your seats." The Duke seemed to be in a good mood. He raised a goblet filled with red wine and signaled gently.
Mu Chen glanced at the table, which contained dishes with specialties from various countries, and sat down at the seat of the lunch guest who matched his style.
He still remembers the order in which the person ate the dishes. As long as he imitates his actions without making mistakes, he should be able to pass this assessment.
But this is too simple, and there must be other traps. Mu Chen calmly glanced at the other players while sipping the wine. The others obviously knew the answer to this test. They all had upright postures and took the food calmly and calmly.
"Think." After finishing the appetizer, the fat man sitting next to Mu Chen suddenly trembled, and the fork collided with the plate, making a crisp sound.
He let out a scream and stood up suddenly, knocking over the stew in front of him with a slap.
"Guest, is it because the dishes we prepared are not to your taste, or..." The smile on the Duke's face suddenly widened a bit. He stared into sea-blue eyes, leaned forward and stared at the person who had just returned. Fat man from God.
"I...I...didn't..." The fat man suddenly came to his senses, his face suddenly turned pale, and large beads of cold sweat hit the ground.
"That means you are dissatisfied with my assessment. Guest, if you are dissatisfied, you can refute me on the spot yesterday instead of ruining my situation at the dinner table a day later." The Duke did not give the fat man time to refute at all, he took the photo Clapping their hands, the maids who were waiting on the side gathered around the fat man and grabbed his arms tightly, dragging him away from the table.
"No...give me another chance..." The fat man was dragged halfway and suddenly shook off the maid's hands and threw them to the ground.
He wanted to throw himself at the dining table, but felt that his body suddenly couldn't move.
The dancing girl jumped off the stage and whirled past him. After two high-leg movements, she suddenly raised her toes and kicked the man's fat belly.
There was a loud bang, and red plum blossoms instantly fell on the snow-white dance skirt.
By the time the girl spun back to the stage again, the fat man had collapsed to the ground, exposing the scarlet hole in his abdomen and his slowly flowing intestines.
The nightingale that belonged to him flew up, let out a shrill scream, flew three times in the air, and then escaped into the night sky through the open window.
The maid who was thrown away got up again and dragged him away from the restaurant by dragging his feet, leaving only a long blood trail.
"I made everyone laugh." The Duke's voice full of joy brought back the consciousness of the players. "Our dancer has a good relationship with the servants, so she did such an indecent behavior in a moment of anger. I will give her a reward after the dinner." She punishes." He waved his hand, indicating that the dinner would continue.
Mu Chen sat facing the door, and he clearly watched the whole process.
"..." The bloody scene made his stomach churn, and he felt like retching, but he had to eat, otherwise he would be the next fat man.
But what on earth did the fat man see on the dining table...that made him so frightened.
The pre-dinner wine had run out, and his first main course was stewed shark's fin with lobster and scallops.
Mu Chen dipped the spoon into the golden and viscous soup and stirred gently. The problem must have been with the food, so he prepared himself mentally in one breath.
Sure enough, the spoon encountered resistance halfway through stirring, as if something in the soup was holding the spoon.
Wow, a purple hand broke through the soup noodles and climbed all the way along the spoon. Mu Chen's hair stood on end instantly. He gritted his teeth and remained motionless, letting the corpse-covered palms clamp his wrist.
Seeing that Mu Chen didn't respond, the palm went up his arm and climbed everywhere on his body.
"..." To be honest, after several dungeons, Mu Chen now has a certain degree of resistance to the severed hand. He was even slightly glad that the soup contained his hand and not some other part.
But the soup soaked by hands covered with corpses... I really didn't dare to drink it, but if I didn't drink it, I would die. Mu Chen cleared his mind and quickly licked the spoon, yue...
Just think of it as drinking... He felt the severed hand pinching him.
At this time, An An, who was sitting opposite him, was also trembling. She had a pale face and closed her eyes in despair at the salmon in front of her, unwilling to pick up the salmon.
It seemed that other players had also encountered this situation, but due to Fatty's performance just now, everyone was more or less mentally prepared.
What about...Yumokawa?
Mu Chen secretly glanced at Yunchuan, who was sitting on the right side of the Duke. The young man in a heavy dress was elegantly eating a piece of foie gras, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.
Also...how could a boss like him be the same as a player?
Fortunately, there were no special foreign objects in the remaining dishes, and Mu Chen finished the meal successfully.
According to his observation, except for Yunchuan, everyone else is reluctant to start with a certain dish. It should be that there will be a random dish on their menu that has "dirty things" on it. ’
So the fat man was very unlucky. He was so unlucky that he encountered those things in the first dish.
After the meal, the Duke did not mention the assessment. He just smiled and told the players that he would leave the manor in half an hour to visit an old friend and return to the manor before the dinner the next day.
"Tomorrow's exam questions will be conveyed to all the guests by the butler for me," the Duke said.
The players are taken back to the guest room again by the maids.
"This...Yunchuan?" Glasses suddenly stopped Yunchuan who was about to open the door.
"Huh?" Yun Chuan, who was suddenly called, turned around.
"Nothing, you are... a C-level player?" Glasses asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes." "It's nothing, I just felt that you were very calm all the way. It would be great if I could have the same mentality as you." Glasses touched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
"I didn't calm down. I was blown by the wind before entering the dungeon." Yun Chuan reached out and covered half of his face.
"Huh?" Glasses was a little confused.
"Facial paralysis, I can't make big expressions." Yun Chuan pushed the flesh of his cheek with his finger, "I used props before entering the dungeon, but it didn't work very well. I only repaired the surface, but I still can't move and it's not convenient to talk."
"Oh...oh..." This sentence stunned the glasses, and he subconsciously looked down at the watch in his sleeves. "That's really lucky...you are a bonus."
……
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha made me laugh to death, you are so talented."
When Mu Chen climbed through the window again and entered Yunchuan's room, he saw the Duke, who claimed to be visiting an old friend, lying on the bed with his stomach in his hands and laughing.
"Hey, your kid is here." The Duke saw Mu Chen hanging by the window at a glance. He jumped out of bed and opened the window to let Mu Chen in with a considerate look on his face.
"..." Mu Chen bypassed him and ran to Yunchuan. The scene where the Duke killed the player with a smile was still vivid in his mind.
"Oh, you're afraid of me. You're afraid of me, but you're not afraid of him. Boy, our leader is much scarier than me." The Duke squinted at Mu Chen, who refused to look at him.
"There has to be a process." Yun Chuan turned around, and four little birds were piled on his collar. "You can go away, I have to do business now."
"Don't be like this, can't you give me a good face?" The Duke made a sad expression, and the next second he jumped up as if his buttocks were on fire.
"Ahem, I'm going, I'm going." He rolled out the window and jumped into the night.
Yun Chuan clicked his tongue and retracted the golden thread that was thrust at him.
"Don't I look like a player this time?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Chen.
"You look more like a tourist than a player." Mu Chen said honestly.
"Okay, I'll pretend to be more like him." Yunchuan shrugged helplessly. "Maybe it's because I watched the live broadcast of this copy..."
"The glasses are suspicious of you. The watch on his wrist seems to be a prop." After the players entered the world, their clothes were automatically replaced according to the plot. Therefore, the watches on the glasses wrists that are incompatible with this era can only be props carried by players.
"That's a lie detector watch. There are only minute and second hands on the dial. When the target being detected tells a lie, the second hand will rotate counterclockwise." Yunchuan remembered that this thing was developed by a bald man in the props team. The sample was so popular that it became a boss Almost everyone has one.
"But the watch in his hand is too low-grade and has no effect on me."
"Oh." After asking the question, Mu Chen looked at the huddled nightingales absently.
……
"Mu Chen." Yunchuan tilted his head, "This is just a job for Thisil. Bosses are created to guard the gates."
"I know...it's just..." Mu Chen was speechless.
"All players in Stars are dead humans. We choose qualified souls to give them a second life. In your eyes, NPCs and bosses are in the eyes of low-level dungeon bosses. Players also want to destroy them. The bad guys in Homeland are monsters who want to kill you..."
"I was just wondering... have you ever killed a player? Just like this." Mu Chen interrupted Yunchuan in a rare move.
"Me? No one is qualified to enter my copy yet." Yun Chuan gave a disdainful smile.
Mu Chen nodded, "Liu Ruoyu said we would meet in the lounge at 8:30 in the evening." He changed the topic.
"I'll be there on time."
"Can I see what you look like?" Mu Chen, who walked to the window, suddenly asked another question.
"If you want, come to my room after the dungeon is over." Yunchuan agreed with a smile.
……
"Wow, it turns out that in the eyes of NPCs, players are bad guys who have been trying to destroy their homes." Thistle leaned by the window and forced out a bad smile. "Boss, you have never killed players, but you have killed them." Many NPCs.”
"It's just coaxing the kids." Yunchuan leaned on the sofa and tickled Nightingale, "What does it matter if you get killed by something that the system is configured to mass-produce?"
"Tsk, tsk, how heartless." Thistle sat down next to Yun Chuan, "How does it feel to have eyeballs in your rice? I saw you didn't touch the bowl."
"Without the excitement of A Meng's eye candy, who is the player who will die tonight?"
"emm Hong... Her facial expression is not very good, and she doesn't remember her movements very clearly. I'm going to give her the spot, but if you don't like those glasses, you can let her die. Anyway, you all have something wrong this time. , anyone can die.”
"Don't deal with private matters in public." Yunchuan raised his hand and tapped Sisir's forehead.
"Okay, at twelve o'clock tonight, the God of Death will come to collect you~"
(End of chapter)